Chapter 5
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Damiens POV
“ I dare you to touch me.” she said .
“Go on,”she continued, her tone low but fierce. "Try it. Just one strand of my hair, and I swear I'll make sure you spend every single day of your miserable life behind bars." She said as she stood up, then dropped a ward of cash on the table.
“ I drank some drinks, so I will be waiting for you in the car.” She said as she pointed at me and then she walked away.
I got up from the floor as I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, glaring at him.
“You’ve made your point. Now back off.”
He stepped closer, as he pushed me. “One month, Damien. That’s all you’ve got. Don’t think for a second she’ll save you.”
I didn’t bother responding. I turned and headed outside.
Mia was already in the car, her arms crossed as she stared out the window. While tapping her phone.
The moment I entered the driver seat, she looked at me.
“You’re bleeding. Clean yourself up. I don’t want you staining the seats.” she said as she pointed at the tissue on the dashboard.
I took the tissue, pressing it against my lip. “Thanks for the concern.”
She ignored me, as she continued pressing her phone.
“I assume you’re still agreeing to my terms?” she asked.
I let out a dry laugh. “You haven’t even told me what they are yet.”
She turned her head slightly. “You’ll wish I hadn’t.” She said as she handed me her phone.
“ Put your number.”
I took her phone and put my number and handed her the phone
“ I just sent a document, go through it.” She said after some minutes.
I skimmed the document, ten conditions, she really wasn't joking.
1. Live under her roof: No separate quarters, no privacy—her house, her rules.
2. Act as her driver: She made it clear she wanted control. I’d chauffeur her to work, meetings, and any other event she chose.
3. Nobody should know we are married.
4. Accept all financial control: Every penny I earned would go through her, and my accounts would be frozen for the duration of the marriage.
5. No independent decisions: Any move I made required her approval.
“Are you serious, Mia? A driver? Living under your roof like some pet?” I snapped, as I dropped the phone.
She raised an eyebrow, unbothered by my outrage. “Do you think you’re in a position to negotiate? You came to me, Damien. Not the other way around.”
I stood, pacing the room. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Immensely,” she admitted.
I chuckled, as I shaked my head. “You’re heartless.”
“I haven't even started,” she said. “Now, do we have a deal?”
“ Yes ma'am .” I said without bothering to read the rest of the conditions.
“ Just three months.” I muttered to myself as I drove. “ Just three months Damien.”
“ Where are we going?” I asked.
“ Drive to the courthouse, let's get this done.” She said, I looked at her shocked and smiled then I drove.
“ You know, Mia, for someone who claims to hate me, you sure are eager to tie the knot.” I said.
She turned her head slightly, her expression unimpressed. “You talk too much, Damien. Just drive.”
“ Your wish is my command.” I said
A few minutes later we arrived at the courthouse.
“ Are you ready for this?.” I asked her as she was fidgeting.
She looked at me. “ Why are you asking, don't tell me you are having second thoughts about this.”
I smirked. “Second thoughts? No. I just didn’t think you’d be the one fidgeting.”
“I’m not fidgeting,” she said sharply as she opened the door and stepped out.
I sat for a moment, watching her walk toward the courthouse. Shaking my head, ‘ was I really ready for this.’ I thought we I got out of the car and followed her.
At the reception desk, a bored-looking woman glanced up from her computer.
“Marriage license?” she asked without any hint of interest.
“Yes,” Mia said, her tone sharp and direct. “We have an appointment.”
The receptionist raised an eyebrow, her gaze shifting between us. “Room 3. The judge is waiting.”
“Thank you,” Mia replied briskly, already walking away.
I gave the receptionist a half-smile. “She’s excited, can’t you tell?”
The woman snorted softly, muttering, “Yeah, I see that.”
Catching up to Mia, I said, “You are really excited to get married to me again.”
She didn’t even glance at me. “Save your charm for someone who cares, Damien.”
When we entered the room, the judge was already seated behind a large wooden desk, shuffling some papers that would legally bind us. Her pen moved swiftly, without even looking at us, she gave Mia to sign. When it was my turn, I hesitated for a fraction of a second before scrawling my name.
“ Congratulations, you are officially mere.” The judge said then she turned to Mia.
“He really must be worth it, for you to have asked me for this favour.” the judge said.
“ He is sure worth it.” Mia said.
As we walked out, Mia’s phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen, her expression changed as she dropped her phone.
“What is it?” I asked, as I picked her phone.
I stared at the screen, the message was short but frightening
"I’m out of prison, Mia. Your time is up. You’re going down.”
I could see the goosebumps all over her body as she dragged the phone from me.
“Let’s go!,” she shouted.
But I wasn’t moving.
“Mia,” I said, my voice low, “who sent that?”
“Who the hell is this?” I demanded.
“It’s none of your concern.” She shot back.
“The hell it isn’t,” I said, stepping closer. “If I’m married to you, I need to know what’s coming.”
She shot me a glare, her voice icy. “I said, drive, Damien. Now.”
Her tone left no room for argument, but the fear in her eyes was visible.
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